FOR BUSUMURU KOFI ANNAN

We have lived to see a fountain of example seizeAfter watering many a reveringWe have lived under the disinfection of a lotusEven in this menopausal mudWe have seen the rise of an oak even in thirsty soilAnd we have learnt to dream even in our wakefulnessBusumuru, yɛdawoase o!

IIIt takes just a being to change a stateStories of Kofi Babone splattered satiresAnd mirrored our flawsUntil you blossomed through a FridayAnd overturned itYou were the great Kwaku AnanseWho wove his nest to house the world’s strugglingYou were the soft worded tongueWho balmed wounded hearts and achieved many a global stabilityYou were that one iconWhose breath exuded peacePersonality called wars to their endingExtended hand placed ties between nations

IIIYou were the best black starWhich led nations for years on endCombing the globe from its hair to its toenailsTo take relief to those in dire straitsYou were he whose life was a gift to the unfortunateThose arms that embraced the sick and dyingThe hungry and thirstyOrphans and the dejectedNone knows the tactics of judgementBut it seems clear Odomankomah’s right hand calledYour soul to rest

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